#ivrene

Red looked down at her from his perch in the tree with a solid, unwavering expression on his face. “Short,” he said firmly. To be fair, Ivrene did look very tiny down there on the ground and Red couldn’t stop a little smirk of satisfaction from growing on his face.

Keerin waved a spatula like a knife, icing dripping off the polished metal. “I dunno, m’ dude. It looks pre-tty sad right now.” And their (attempted) cake did. The only way it could’ve looked better was if someone dropped it on the floor. A little part of Keerin wished they had. The cake had almost slipped out of their hands when they took it out of the oven. 

“Well, I’m sure we’d figure that out sooner rather than later.”

Elsus scrunched his face up, staring down at Ivrene. Had she managed to get herself lost again? For someone who got lost so much, she always found a way to locate him. He thought only Andrew had that nifty skill.

“Are you looking for my brother? Because he’s not here. He doesn’t live with us. He has his own home.”